She had meant to slip quietly into death's embrace, vanishing like a shadow at dusk.
But Lila had other plans—hounding her like a wolf, framing her so viciously they dragged her to the electroshock room, where currents tore through her body until her screams died in her throat.
She'd gambled everything on this. That her taunts would push Lila over the edge, that those manicured hands would finally snap and strangle the life from her.
So she played the pawn perfectly, even as the hidden camera in her earring captured every damning second.
How many days had her corpse been cold? Yet Silas still hadn't found the evidence—the fool.
Now he clutched her diary like a drowning man, his entire body convulsing. Tears carved rivers down his face as broken sobs—wet, ugly things—ripped from his ch
